The Centre Avenue police station is a bit less than a mile down the road, but the weather has been dreary enough that making use of your Port Authority card is more appealing. Unusually enough, the buses are running on-time and you pick one up pretty quickly from the stop. On the bus, you spend your relatively short trip looking at the passengers and trying to deduce as much as you can from what they're wearing and carrying. Students, office workers, manual laborers... it's all so oddly prosaic given what you've learned about all of the weird things going on under the surface. With your new knowledge, you find yourself taking a closer look at the potentially unusual. Is that dark stain at the corner of the businessman's white shirt and his pale complexion the result of blood and vampirism or was he just an IT guy who leaned a little too close into his meal at Spaghetti Warehouse? The young woman in the back of the bus wearing a cloak... was she just an eccentric student or was the one of the practitioners? It's hard to tell. The line runs through your head that the problem with criminals is that most of them look just like anyone else.
When you arrive at the police station, you debark from the bus with your arms loaded with two boxes of doughnuts from Dunkin' Donuts down the road from your office. Yeah, doughnuts and cops are a cliche, but, like most office workers, they were always up for something sweet and full of calories, and from someone who'd done their job before, it came off as more affectionate humor than an attempt to make fun of them. Once in the door, Jeremiah was quickly divested of the boxes as the confections were handed out. Not long after, Jeremiah was waved to a conference room by a former colleague, Harmon Wells. After the door was closed, Harmon spoke, half a smile on his face.
"I know this isn't just a social call. Technically speaking, we're supposed to steer clear of helping PIs, but I owe you more than a couple and hey, you help catch find some people before there's a crime, which always looks good." When you ask for Dr. Bill Stiles's address, his smile dims a bit as he puzzlement creases the corners of his eyes.
"The hypnotist guy? Sure thing," he said, "Won't take more than a minute or so to do a quick lookup. But do you mind me asking why you need his home address? We haven't had any real complaints — not unless you include that bum who comes in once a week to try to convince us that the radio ads are brainwashing him to drink. He has an office address... do you just want to see him discreetly about that whole vampire thing? I'm told he's good, but he's not a miracle worker. He basically condenses therapy, I'm told, nothing that you couldn't do on your own, but he guides you into it. Wayne over in Homicide used it to help quit smoking, stopped and hasn't started again except sometimes when he's really nervous." Here, one moment...
Harmon pulls a tablet PC out of his belt. "New equipment, supposed to 'revolutionize police work'. I've experienced less bull shit walking across fields in Pensyltucky, but it has its uses. We're set up so we can network to the databases in the building instead of having to be tethered to our desks." A bit of tapping and pecking at the tablet and he pulls an old receipt out of his pocket and jots down an address. "Here you go. Just remember you have friends here. If things get rough or you wind up finding some 'high on PCP' case again, we need to know before you take the law in your own hands, you hear?"
OOC: Taking 20 gives you a value of 28, which is quite sufficient to use the Find Person aspect of Gather Information in a single check. Since you're headed to the police station, I figured to add a bit more flavor to the process.
By the by, you should have an additional Hero Point. Everyone got one as an apology from me for taking so long to get the thread up and running.